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Feb 2016
See the noble hawk as he flies to the sun. Hear his cry of freedom. Watch a feather fall from his tail, see it sail to the ground on the still air. See the native who finds it and gives reverence to the great spirit. He has received a gift from his brother. A great hunter who walks the wind, seeking where he can go. A red feather from the noble hawk is given away, as the bird climbs to touch the heaven and make friends with the sun.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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   Grace Pickard
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